The dazzling light was like the sun descending, and the explosion resounded throughout the heavens and earth. Even in the Heaven Dou Imperial City and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the mushroom-shaped cloud that followed the explosion could still be seen in the distance.
Not to mention Ning Fengzhi and the other two who were already stunned with surprise, even Yue Guan and Gui Mei couldn't help but swallow hard, because this was the first time Wu Ling had used this attack in front of them.
After firing that shot, Wu Ling gradually flew down, the flames surrounding her gradually dissipating, but the black shaft of the spear extending from the golden spear continued to radiate terrifying heat.
"Phew~ It feels so good to have one every day. By the way, Sect Master Ning, what were you about to say?" Wu Ling laughed heartily, then carried his spear and walked up to Ning Fengzhi, asking.
Seeing Wu Ling's "hot-blooded" youthful appearance, even Ning Fengzhi, who was known for his calmness and gentleness, almost lost his composure.
The heat wave from Wu Ling's mere approach caused the hair on his forehead to curl slightly. If it weren't for the Bone Douluo I releasing his cold Soul Power to protect him, he probably would have been dehydrated or even burned by the high temperature just from the contact.
"Ahem, Your His Highness the Holy Son, I think it's a bit windy at the top of the mountain. It's not a good place to talk. How about we go down and discuss it in detail?"
Wu Ling looked around and saw that the once lush mountaintop was now bare, with only some vegetation remaining on the mountainside and at the foot of the mountain. The entire mountain presented a Mediterranean-style landscape, and it could be said that the mountain was half-ruined. However, it seemed that Ning Fengzhi did not care about this at all, or rather, he did not dare to care.
Wu Ling casually twirled his spear, causing Ning Fengzhi to take a few steps back. Then, the spear disappeared, and Wu Ling looked towards the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's encampment.
For about ten seconds, Wu Ling stood frozen in place, but because of his previous shot, no one present had any intention of asking any further questions.
In a daze, Ning Fengzhi seemed to see Wu Ling's Seventh Soul Ring flash slightly, and then a satisfied smile appeared on Wu Ling's face.
Then Wu Ling turned around and waved, "Let's go, Sect Master Ning, the wind on this mountain is indeed a bit strong..."
At this moment, outside the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's encampment, Golden Crocodile Douluo silently stared at the enormous crater before him, which resembled a miracle. He never imagined that Wu Ling's words, "he will take action," would actually be true, and that he would only use a single strike.
"An attack of this magnitude is probably only... no, it should also include the great distance. If the distance were close enough, even Qian Daoliu would have to avoid its edge, and he might even perish under this attack if he were slightly distracted."
"It can be said that this strike is the strongest strike below the level of a god, and such an attack came from the hands of a Soul Saint." Thinking of this, Golden Crocodile Douluo raised his hands. Although it was extremely slight, he could clearly feel the faint trembling.
He was terrified; he was filled with fear. If such a blow had landed in Spirit City, he, along with Qian Daoliu, might have been killed instantly.
But the next second, Golden Crocodile Douluo regained his composure, because it was their Holy Son who had unleashed this attack!
In an instant, the fear and dread transformed into pride and self-confidence. "With the Holy Son here, our Spirit Hall will surely prosper!"
"Hey, Grandpa Golden Crocodile, what are you talking about?"
The sudden sound startled Golden Crocodile Douluo. He was about to be on guard, but the next second, a familiar face appeared beside him. Upon seeing the newcomer, Golden Crocodile Douluo relaxed again.
"Oh, it's Xiao Fen. Did Wu Ling send you?"
Indeed, the person appearing next to the Golden Crocodile was none other than Wu Ling's clone, Xiao Fen. At this moment, Xiao Fen was holding a small golden throne in her left hand. Upon closer inspection, one would find that this miniature golden throne was exactly the same as Wu Ling's Martial Soul Avatar, because it was made by imitating Wu Ling's Martial Soul Avatar. Its only function was to remotely connect to the interior of Wu Ling's Martial Soul Avatar.
"Yes, the original body asked me to take over some things." As she spoke, Xiao Fen raised the small throne.
"Things? Xiao Fen, your main body was wiped out in that attack, and most of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's assets had already been quietly transferred away. It's just a pity about the old dragon's Soul Bone, but it doesn't matter, having such a battle..."
As he was speaking, Golden Crocodile Douluo couldn't continue, because at that moment, as the throne in Xiao Fen's hand flashed with golden light, countless gray-white spheres of varying sizes appeared in the pit.
The largest gray sphere, shaped like a flying dragon, went directly into the throne, while the remaining smaller gray spheres also tried to enter, but were blocked by a layer of golden light.
Then, the silent devouring began, with nearly a hundred gray spheres devouring and merging with each other, eventually forming two gray spheres.
The two small spheres, one shaped like a dragon and the other like a human, entered the throne after breaking through the golden light.
"Not bad, not bad, we actually got two extra items," Xiao Fen said happily to herself.
The Golden Crocodile beside him seemed to understand something, but his decades of experience in dealing with people made him refrain from pressing the matter further.
" Xiao Fen, is there anything else I can help you with?"
Xiao Fen reclaimed the throne, tilted her head, and thought for a moment. "It's alright, Grandpa Golden Crocodile, you can go back and report."
After receiving Xiao Fen's reply, Golden Crocodile Douluo did not refuse, because what happened today almost shattered his worldview again, so he needed to go back quickly to calm down.
Meanwhile, Wu Ling Wu Ling and Ning Fengzhi returned to the VIP room. However, despite being on their own turf, Ning Fengzhi, the host, was much more reserved than Wu Ling.
On the way here, he had secretly asked Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo. If they had been any closer to the attack, they would have been dead. If they had been a little further away, they could have escaped, but they wouldn't have been able to help the others. As for enduring it, the two of them together could probably withstand it if they put all their strength into it.
In the end, Ning Fengzhi came to the conclusion that if Wu Ling really wanted to destroy the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect School, it would be no more difficult than destroying the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.
After setting down his teacup, Wu Ling asked without looking up, " Sect Master Ning, what did you think of the fireworks just now?"
"... It's truly breathtaking."
"Is that so? In that case, how about I put one on your head to celebrate later?"
Ning Fengzhi's face paled instantly. He waved his hand to stop Bone Douluo from making a move and asked in a deep voice, " Your His Highness the Holy Son, what do you mean by this?"
"Alright, since things have come to this point, I won't hold back anymore. Let's lay it all out." With that, Wu Ling tossed a piece of parchment in front of Ning Fengzhi.
"Submit or be exterminated. Choose one."